outside the coldness speaks beyond

anything i could ever say

the cold breaks the skin

punctures the soul

freezes my already cold

heart.

i wait for you

always waiting

waiting for a change

an answer

a reason to stay

i want to stay

i want to go

and yet i stay because you said

you love me and only me

and your words put wings on my fractured heart

and filled up my hollow soul

like molten gold into a goblet

the heat burns

i am suffocating

you hold my heart

you pull me by the hair

you tug at my arms

you are a master puppeteer

and i can only dance to your rhythm

your songlike lies that tumble

like ribbons of blood out

of your crystal lips.

i wait and wait

for something great to happen

something great to me

great to you

we are worse for wear

and yet we look for ways

to repair.

i'm sorry, i can't make it

your words form into a mask

a knife

an icicle of hatred

my heart grows heavy

suddenly it's no longer made

of human muscle and blood

but instead made of steel

and broken glass

the more it beats

the more it wounds.

maybe some other time?

always that other time

but it's as if the very concept

does not exist to you

you can make me hate you

any time you please

and yet you can make me love you

faster than the first

weak, i am

stubborn, i am

i wait for the other time

its existence unsure

just like us.